He doesn’t even wait for my response—which is a definitive ‘yes’, by the way—before his hand dips below the waistline of the underwear and grabs my dick, leaving me slightly relieved he didn’t tear them off me like he threatened before. This outfit wasn’t cheap, and now I’ve got a better appreciation for it.
“Definitely not a woman,” Evan growls. “This cock is mine.”
Heck, I might not even return the lingerie if I get this ravenous reaction from him.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees. I want you facing this, Brooks,” he orders me, as he moves the mirror and leans it so it’s within view of the end of the mattress.
I do as he asks, and feeling emboldened by the words of praise, I even give my hips a little shimmy as I get into position. Keeping my legs spread wide, I arch my back, dipping my pelvis low and feel my leaking cock start to soak through the mesh. Anticipation has my body literally thrumming.
I’m feeling especially glad that I decided to dig out my bulb and do a little light cleaning and grooming down there earlier, in preparation for the package I knew was coming today. Didn’t know I was going to have my backside completely on display like this, but, like Evan, I was a scout once too—well, an honorary tag-along member of Ryann’s all-girl’s troop—and, just like their motto, it never hurts to be prepared.
Case in point: I wanted his first experience with my hole to be one he wouldn’t cringe at, and I’m starting to get all tingly thinking we might actually be going all the way tonight. Which, I’m torn about it, honestly. I mean, I’d love for Evan to claim me tonight, even though, well, I’m not sure how I feel about having sex withoutmaking loveanymore.
And while I definitely feel like I’m in love with Evan, I don’t think he’s quite there for me yet. But this is about going after what I want too, right? So, why shouldn’t I let him inside me? Just because he hasn’t said the words, doesn’t mean I don’t see something more between us than I’ve ever had before…
“So obedient,” Evan notes, slipping onto the bed behind me. He crawls up and folds his body over mine, until he’s on top of me, and we’re looking at our reflections once again.
“Goddamn, baby,” he huffs, “we look so fucking good together.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nod anyway. I peek over my shoulder at him and give him a grin, he rewards me by brushing my lips with his, teasing mine apart with the tip of his tongue beforebarreling in. I feel his erection throb with need on my lower back, and the drip of pre-cum that lands on me.
He slowly works his way back down my body, using his big, rough hands to skim over me deliciously. When he’s finally kneeling back on his heels, he slowly slips down my underwear, leaving them pooled around my knees.
“Remember what I said,” he whispers, “keep your eyes on that mirror. You watch this whole thing, because I won’t be able to, and I wantsomeoneto be able to enjoy the show.”
I bite my lip and nod my ascension. What does he mean he won’t be able to watch too, though? Won’t he be able to watch too if we’re—
“Oh!” I gasp, suddenly feeling those work-hewn hands spread my cheeks, quickly followed by the gritty bristles of his bearded jaw between them. He licks a line up my crease, pausing only briefly to circle his tongue around my puckered hole.
Oh my gosh, he’s—oh, he’s just diving right in. Rimming wasn’t even on my bingo card when it came to what Evan could possibly want to try tonight, but, as I’ve said before, the man is full of surprises. So surprising actually, that I nearly collapse on the bed after that first lick, and I probably would have, had it not been for one of his arms curling around my waist, pulling me back towards his face so he can dive in again with another series of licks and slurps—each one growing bolder and more exploratory than the last.
I expel an unabashed moan of ecstasy, which causes him to hum his approval. On that, another bead of pre-cum pulses out of my slit, dripping on the mattress below. Holy cannoli, this man…
“That’s it, baby,” Evan murmurs between soaking my hole with his spit and painting it around with his tongue, “make as much noise as you want. I want to be able to gauge how I’m doing by your inability to hold back.”
“Oh god, Evan,” I pant out, then suck in a breath as soon as I feel his tongue fluttering over my tight ring of muscle. When I feel the tip of his tongue breach that ring, I curse, “Fuckfuckfuck! Oh fuck, Evan!”
I feel his grin on my sensitive skin, followed by the low, gravelly rumble of a chuckle. “Well, I guess I know I’m doingsomethingright, if I made you swear.”
I nod, whimpering as he resumes his ministrations. “You sure the fuck are,” I tease, watching the grin that I can’t hold back spread across my face in the mirror.
“Are you still watching yourself? How pink are your cheeks right now?” he asks between more licks and strokes.
“Very,” I huff out, breathless.
“As pink as this pretty pink hole?” he hums, giving it another tantalizing probe with his tongue. “Looks so needy, best pussy I’ve ever seen. This pussy,yours,is fucking amazing, Brooks. You taste like heaven.”
I watch as my cheeks go from blush to fire-engine red.
Since he no longer needs to hold me around my waist, because I find I’m practically thrusting mypussyback into his face, he lets his hand wander down and smear my leaky mess down my shaft to use like lube. He alternates flattening his tongue and licking wide stripes from my taint up my entire crack to teasing and probing my hole, all while stroking me expertly in time, like he’s a seasoned pro at all this.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Such a sweet, sweet pussy. Keep riding my face like this. Break my nose if you have to, it was too straight anyway,” he taunts.
I can’t even form words anymore, every noise pouring out of me is a mashup of moans, groans, and whimpers. Not once do I break my word and take my eyes off the show, though. I watch his taut shoulders ripple and contract as he moves his way around down there. Fromthe side, I see his biceps flex and give as he pumps my pre-cum lubed, throbbing dick.
Quite by surprise, his hand releases my dick, and he skims lower tugging my balls. Then, he presses the pad of his thumb to a spot just behind my taint, and I quiver. The external prostate massage he’s giving me, in between the licking and sucking of my hole, has me crying out… loudly.
“I-I can’t—mmfuck, Evan—too good,” I pant out the utter nonsense, warning him of my impending climax. “So good. I’mrightthere. Ev-an!”
